Gone, it's a conchord dawn
Lights up the skies so full of surprises
Light as a feather thief
Two hands-one clap beneath
Pastels and washed out waters
Paints of mankinds daughters
A fist full of sunset
And a pocket full of sky.
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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